Treasure Island

E.Marie AldrichCreasy

(4/25/61 / Rome New York)

A Little Romance


A Little Romance


Bob and MaryAnn walked in hand in hand
To listen to the band
That night they danced damn near all the songs the band played
Bobs knee hurt so bad
It was New Years Eve
MaryAnn couldn’t believe Bob never once complained
Just for her twice that night he got on the stage
And sang
MaryAnn felt like a warm summer rain
Washed her heart free of pain
And all her worries went down the drain
When Bob sang and played his guitar
In that smoked filled bar
Where they danced enjoying a little romance
That night while they were dancing around the room
MaryAnn felt like she was swinging on a crescent moon
With her hand she could reach to touch the stars
Looking down she could see
The traffic the cars

Submitted: Friday, June 25, 2010

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